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By ~Harem~ Submitted by ~Harem~ Date: 2008 May 31 Comment on this Work [[2008.05.31.16.01.13144]] |
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When I was little my Mother used to put me and my sister out in the yard with a box full of toys. And one by one I'd pick them up and begin to play when someone would take them away from me. Instead of fight or trying to get them back I'd walk away and go back to the box and pick out another toy Only to get that one taken away from me and this would happen over and over and over Until, eventually there would be No More toys left in the box I let them go so easily I never did resist So when the last was gone I'd go into the yard and make my own toy from bits and pieces of the yard plucking a few blades of grass and then a bud of weed and flower then wrap them like a bouquet and pretend it was a corsage and no one tried to take them from me, because only I would know just what pretend thing I had made and so I'd spend my days with a toy that I had made and no fight to defend the love that was mine alone And even to this day I love what no one wants For only I can see the beauty in his dappled smile and in his innocent eyes The world rejects him as lowly and unadorned. He's a weed amongst flowers and a dork of dismay that holds a beauty in my eyes alone. But the joy of his kiss and the ecstasy of his touch the thrill of his way that no one else knows or cares to take away. ` |